Some kind of spiralling inevitability
Is how she described it
Mathematically definite
But poetically unlikely
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For all the stupid words
And metaphorical underpinnings
It was bound to happen
And could only be proven
With a magnifying glass
And a freezer or cold room
And an old camera
And unfortunately a computer
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But for all the chances against it
For all the cascading odds
She knew she’d see it
When she’d see it
Perfectly preserved for a moment
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Perhaps they would glisten more than the others
Or glisten less, in fact
It was hard to say what would be proven
Intelligent design would be on the cards for some, for example
Or just a freak of nature
Or that spiralling inevitability
Proving life on other planets
All coming down to finding a matching snowflake
Exactly the same
As complicated and symmetrical
As detailed and simple
As familiar and alien
With all angles intact
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Then she could sleep
Because if there were two snowflakes
Then anything is possible
And her memory was real
And though no one cared
And it would make no difference
And the search was pointless
She would know
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